Story Behind The Song
Wrote it when I grew up and discovered the world wasn't really saved by a three minute song, even though it was sometimes the better for it
Song Description
each verse is describing a confining and limiting situation, the first is that of the male boss, the second of the bourgeois woman with bigotted views, the third about a fascist/rocker group, the fourth about the isolation of all souls.The chorus is the song of the galley slaves chained hopelessly in the dark
Song Length |
4:50 |
Genre |
Country - Rock |
Tempo |
Medium Slow (91 - 110) |
Lead Vocal |
Female Vocal |
Mood |
Troubled |
Subject |
Slavery, Existence |
Language |
Other |
Era |
1970 - 1979 |
Lyrics
Translation of 'Galejerne'
He sits in meetings all the day
He uses us as pawns in a game
He thinks mostly of power, then of his stomach
But I have helped him all the way
chorus:
Locked up in your own straight-jacket
Chained to the stinking galley
In the darkness of the deepest recess
The Lost Ones row for you
She tends her job and and the school
The family, dog and garden, too
Shows solidarity to Haiti and Poland
But slanders her neighbours something cruel
And the leader of our black-clad 'friends'
Checks out his people, it's payback time
A swift and strong hand they recognise
And then it is all against one
That's why you are not at all alone
Is it a comfort that we share this road?
Like the axe bites into the branch of the tree
Like digging through a wall with a spoon
Galejerne (Danish Text)
Han sidder i møder hele dagen han brugte os som brikker i et spil
han tænker mest på magt og så på maven men jeg har hjulpet ham dertil
chorus: låst nede i min egen spænde trøje
lænket til den stinkende galej
i mørket fra de bagerste fløje
ror de fortabte for dig
hun passer sit job og også skolen familien hund og børn og haven med
er solidarisk med haiti og polen men naboen rakker hun sgu ned
chorus:
Føreren af de sorte venner har check på sine folk og gir igen
en fast og hurtig hånd er noget de kender og så er det alle mod een ...
chorus:
Derfor er du ikke alene, er det en trøst vi går den samme tur?
Som øksen bider en af træets grene, som at grave med en teske i en mur
chorus: